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 Honduras and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.