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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.