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 San Marino 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.