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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Smiths to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.