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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
DNA,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.