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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Crime,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.