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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.