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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.