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 China and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.