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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.