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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Rakim,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.