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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.