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 China and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.