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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.