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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
The Monks,
Can,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.