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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.