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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.