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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.