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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.