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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.