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 Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.