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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Sparks,
Crime,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.