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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.