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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
AZ,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.