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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.