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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Wings,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.