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 Georgia and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Q65,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.