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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.