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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.