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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.