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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.