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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
X-101,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.