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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.