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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.