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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.