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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.