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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.