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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Q65,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.