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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.