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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
MC5,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.