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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.