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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.