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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.