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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.