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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
X-102,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.