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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Can,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.