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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.