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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.