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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Can,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.