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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.