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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.