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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.