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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.