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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.