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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.