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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.