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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.