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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.