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 Libya and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.