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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.