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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.