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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.