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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.