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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.