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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.