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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.