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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.