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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Ten City,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
The Index,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.