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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
UT,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.