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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Index,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.