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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.