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 Albania and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.