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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
MDC,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.