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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.