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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.