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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 the Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.