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 Brunei and from London.
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 Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Interpol,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.