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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
DNA,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.