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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.