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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.