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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.