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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
UT,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.