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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.