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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
The Evens,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.