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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.