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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.