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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Index,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.