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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Toasters to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.