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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.