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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Television,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.