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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.