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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
the Germs,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.