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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.