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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.