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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
X-101,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.