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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.