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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.