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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Television,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.