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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.