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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.