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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.