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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.