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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.