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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.