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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.