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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.