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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.