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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.