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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.