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 Brunei and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.