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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.