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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.