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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.