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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Fear,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.