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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.