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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Moebius to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.