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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.