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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.