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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.