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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.