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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pop Group to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.