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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.