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 Germany 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.