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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.