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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.