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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.