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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.