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 Uganda 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
ABC,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.