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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.