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 India and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Television,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.