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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.