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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.