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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.