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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.