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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.