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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.