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 Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.