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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.