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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.