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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.