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 Netherlands 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Mars,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.