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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.