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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.