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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.