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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Neil Young 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.