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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.