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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.