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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.