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 Fiji and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.