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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Nas,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.