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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.