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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Slave,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.