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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.