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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
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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.