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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Slave to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.