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 Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.