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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
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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.