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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.