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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.