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 Belgium 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
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.