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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.