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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.