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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.