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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.