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 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.