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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Seeds to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.