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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.