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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
ABC,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
CMW,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.