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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.