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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.