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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
PIL,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.