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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.