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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.