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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.