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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.