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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.