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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.