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 Singapore 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Technova 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.