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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.