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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.