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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.