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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.