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 United States and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.