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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.