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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Yaz,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
10cc,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.