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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Japan,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.