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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.