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 Cyprus 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.