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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.