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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.