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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
ABC,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.