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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.