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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Can,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.