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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.