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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 Lyon and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Scion,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
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.