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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.