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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.