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 Swaziland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.