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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.