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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Section 25,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Whodini,
Oneida,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.