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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.