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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Litter,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Can,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.