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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
UT,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.