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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
The Martian,
The Move,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.