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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.