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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.