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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Index,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.