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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.