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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.