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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 JFA to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.