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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.