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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.