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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.