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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Skarface,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.