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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.