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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.