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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.