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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
X-102,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.