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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.