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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.