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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.