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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.