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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.