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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.