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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.