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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.