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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.