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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
UT,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.