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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.