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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Skaos,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.