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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.