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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.