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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.