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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.