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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.