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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.