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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.