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 Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.