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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Residents to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.