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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
CMW,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.