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 Bologna.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.