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 Israel 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.