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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Hashim,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
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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.