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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.