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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.