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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.