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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.