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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.