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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
The Names,
CMW,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.