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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.