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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Sound to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.