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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.