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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.