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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.