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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.