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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.