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 Poland 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.