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 Czech Republic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Index,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.