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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
John Cale,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.