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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.