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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.