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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.