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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.