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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.