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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.