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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Hashim 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 rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.