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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.