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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.