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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Wake to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
AZ,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.