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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.