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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.