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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Invisible,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Chrome,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.