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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.