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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.