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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.