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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.