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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 the Association to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.