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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.