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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.