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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.