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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.