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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Brick,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.