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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.