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 Honduras and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Monks,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.