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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.