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 India and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.