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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.