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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.