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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.