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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.