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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.