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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.