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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.