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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.