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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.