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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.