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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.