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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Can,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.