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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Q65,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.