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 India and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.