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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.