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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.