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 China and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.