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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.