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 Solomon Islands 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Technova,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.