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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.