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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Ituana,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Organ,
Slave,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.