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 France 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
UT,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.