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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.