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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Gang Green,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.