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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Monks,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
John Cale,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.