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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.