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 Norway 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.