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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Index,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.