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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.