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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.