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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.