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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.