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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.