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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.