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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
X-101,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.