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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.