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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.