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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.