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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
The Cure,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.