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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
JFA,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.