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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.