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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.