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 Poland 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.