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 Latvia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.