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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Liliput to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.