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 New Zealand 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.