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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.