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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.