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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.