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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.