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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.