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 East Timor 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
June Days,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.