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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.