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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
X-101,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.