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 Ireland 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.