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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.