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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Monolake,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.