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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.