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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Liliput,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.