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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.