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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Kayak,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Slave,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.