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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.