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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Associates to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.