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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.