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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Crime,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.