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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
X-101,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.