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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.