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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.