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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.