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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.