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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.