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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.