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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.