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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.