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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
The Martian,
Monks,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.