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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.