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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Hoover,
The Gories,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.