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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.