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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
PIL,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.