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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.