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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Faust,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.