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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.