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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.