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 Namibia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.