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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.