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 Chile 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.