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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.