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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.