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 Tuvalu 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Lalann,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Pole,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.