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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.