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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.