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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.