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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.