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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.