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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.