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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.