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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.