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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.