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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.