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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.