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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Ituana,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.