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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.