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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.