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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.