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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Smog,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.