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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Mars,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.