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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.