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 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.