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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Index,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.