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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.