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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.