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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.