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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.