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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.