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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.