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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.