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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.