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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Visage,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.