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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
a-ha,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.