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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.