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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.