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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.