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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.