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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.