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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.