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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.