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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.