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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.