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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.