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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Pussy Galore 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.