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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 The Gories to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Television,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.