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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.