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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.