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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.