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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.