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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.