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 Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.