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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Monks,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.