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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.