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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.