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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.