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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.