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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.