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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.