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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Wings,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.