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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Technova,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.