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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.