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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Wings,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
10cc,
Derrick May,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.