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 United States 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.