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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.