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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.