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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.