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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Human League,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.