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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.