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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.