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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.