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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.