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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Dual Sessions 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.