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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.