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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.