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 Yemen 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.