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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.