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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.