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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Quantec,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.