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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.