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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.