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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.