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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.