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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.