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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.