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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.