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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.