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 Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.