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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.