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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.