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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.