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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.