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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.