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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.