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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.