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 London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.