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 Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.