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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.