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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.