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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Television,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.