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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside 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?
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.