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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.