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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Scion,
The Associates,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.