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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.