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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.