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 Slovenia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.