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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.