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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.