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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.