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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.