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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.