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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Gories,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.