Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.