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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.