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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.