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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims 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?
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.