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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.