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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.