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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.