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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.