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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.