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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.