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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.