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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.