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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.