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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
X-102,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.