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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.