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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.