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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.