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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.