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 India and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.