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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.