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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.