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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
DNA,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.