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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.