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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.