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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.