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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Pole,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.