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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Slave,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.