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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
cv313,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.