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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.